Ice doesn't help the uncoordinated

When God chose attributes for my complexion, he stared onto my gene pool and though first to teach my father a lesson for wishing so much for a son, and decided to give him twin daughters (he had three before God took pity on him and allow him for two sons).

Then, God said to himself that green eyes and blond hair would be enough beauty to make me feel comfortable, but not proud… he added all my father’s body characteristics (big butt, chubby, awkward legs, bad nails and crooked teeth) and the cherry to the ice cream came when he made me uncoordinated enough to never even master the art of walking properly.

Hence, I had to survive high school and braces at the same time, I never made it to any sports team and I live on a never-ending diet (thanks God, you shouldn’t have bother).

You have to picture an over achiever father with an activities calendar as big as a Triathlon athlete and me, who choses a good reading and coffee over any outdoor activity that involves body effort.

This weekend, my husband decided we should go skiing.

Aside from being the coldest weekend of this winter season, I had no proper clothes for the task and I didn’t want a body injury bad enough to show enthusiasm for his idea.

I have a huge complex… wouldn’t you?

Every sport I had to learn (skiing on water and snow, wave boarding, horse riding, aerobics... walking) was a complete disaster with tears involved, impatient screams, defeat and finally, the achievement that lasted long enough for me to survive and take courage for the next lesson ahead.

So yesterday I had the proper excuse to stay reading and drinking coffee while my husband rode the mountain as an expert (or at least better than me)… but proper didn’t assure me anything, so after much insistence from his part, I decided to give it a try… again (I’m a sucker for ‘pretty please’).

I armored myself with thick pants, scarf, jacket, thermic socks, gloves, proper equipment and headed for the ski slope showing defeat and fear at the same time… disaster was to come and I was willingly walking towards it.

To my surprise, I didn’t even stumbled once… I realized that most of my incoordination came from surviving the wrong teaching lessons and that I wasn’t as incapable as I thought… granted, I’m no sports lover, but needless to say that it was my first enjoyed ski ride.

Our next weekend activities would be beach-laying or mountain-staring or city-contemplation… but for this one weekend, I really enjoyed an outdoor activity with body effort involved.